Louise Erdrich Quotes
Gregory Was In The Walls, In The Crawl Space Between The Board Floor Of The Cabin And The Bitter Ground. He Was Gone, But He Was Everywhere. He Was On The Small Pantry Shelf Where Canning Was Removed. The Air Of The Cabin Still Held Gregory. He Filled And Expanded Every Dark Corner, Tight, To Exploding. He Was Jammed Between Her Legs So That No Matter How She Moved, He Was Inside Of Agnes. She Couldn't Shake Him From Her Vestments Or Burn Him From The Stove. He Nested In The Books, Of Course. She Couldn't Stand To Touch Their Pages. He Was In The Sweet, Fragrant Wood Mary Kashpaw Chopped, Split, And Piled. In The Cloth Of Curtains, The Clasp Of Doors, He Waited. She Turned The Handle, Let The Light In, And He Came, Too, Solid And Good And Alive.
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